A Woman's Garage Is Her Own Business.

I believe if you were to ask a neighbor what my garages looked like as they drove past, they'd describe it something along the lines of,

Tough. But fair.

Hubs used to refer to parking the cars as, "threading the needle." It was that tight.
Dudes, I got on my horse, and I cleaned this thing. Again. (Is this my 3rd declaration of a garage cleanse? I believe so.)
But you know what's different this time?
I know where every.single.thing is. I organized the crap out of the entire area. And it took me forever, but it was so satisfying.
Hot tub stuff?

Gathered from the four corners of the earth.
Seeds. Contained.

Spray paint. Banned from future purchases.

Tape. Any type. I got it.

Hammers. I had no idea we had this many hammers. Hey Jeffro, we can stop buying hammers now.

Oh, oh! This is one of my favorites:

I complain that I spend half my working time searching for the proper tools. Main items constantly disappearing?
1. A tape measurer 2. A pencil 3. Eye/ear protection
Boom. One container. It's all it takes.

Can we all see how not knowing where stuff is just leads to buying it over and over and over???
I have a wall of levels and squares now. Hee.

Holy hardware.


I told the hubster not to go anywhere near the hardware aisle without consulting "the drawers" first.

Going through mounds and mounds of hardware took me the longest by far, but it was sooo worth it. It's like a miracle. I can walk straight to anything I need now--

plumbing crap? There's a crate for that. Electrical, too. Glue, yard chemicals, outdoor toys, balls, you name it--

I can find it. I'm so happy I could cry.

Notice I'm not showing you the bigger picture. To the layman's eyes, it's still cats and dogs living together in here, mass hysteria.

But we know better, don't we? And if I can't display old license plates out in the garage, where can one display their plates?

Hey. If you have an old license plate lying around, could I talk you into sending it to me? I'd love to collect some. I don't want to put you out, though. I don't want it to cost a lot or anything.

So I love it in my "new" garage. It's so refreshing.

But just know that the lumber pile is still completely out of control. I'm working on it.

Do me a favor and ask me if I have what you need before you go to the lumber yard, okey dokey?